lucid.

[glockdown]

I had a dream where we weren’t ruled by the pieces of paper in our pockets and instead exchanged seashells. This smooth and creamy one for a favour, half a cup of sugar. It started behind a dark counter I didn’t recognise where I traded a small bag of boiled sweets for a cone with a shiny, opalescent tip. I languished in the musk of the store for

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[anasyrma]

I love reading your entries. ): They calm me down so much.

[glockdown]

Thank you! Yours tend to leave me pumped. XD Just saw the answers to your OTP meme and we have quite a few series and pairings in common. :D

[picnicbird]

Lovely. Sometimes I see shells as sad things, a residue of a past life like a ghost -- other times, they're hopeful. The ocean's big.

I notice sea-things are a recurring theme in many of your poems. 8) If not in words, than in atmosphere. I definitely like this.

[glockdown]

I love the sea. I wish I lived close enough to visit often and check its mood. I'm not a fan of heat or beach though. :)

[theprerogative]

*______________* You and your pretty words (:

Strangely it reminds me of the Economic Development class where I told my tutor I couldn't care less how money worked as long as it did and that we could go back to barter trading for all I cared.

My cow for your sheep?

i forgot to answer you before - this icon from one of the persona games :)

[glockdown]

I was thinking about all the Wall Street trouble in the US and gradually drifted to writing this. Not an economics buff at all but as far as I understand it, there's a lack of 'real' money and they don't want to print any more and risk hyperinflation.

I agree with you on the bartering front though I can't see it happening ever. I guess it all comes down to 'if only life were simpler.'

Baaaa.

[theprerogative]

OH you. One of the rare ones I know that care enough to even read about it (:

Moooo.